winter sports

i hit the slopes today for the first time in 3+ years. i was trying (not very hard) to do the math, and i think that's how long it has been. it was the absolute perfect day to be out there: good snow, sunshine, middle of the week sized crowds. it all came back to me pretty quickly. it still feels like flying. the people you meet out there are almost always so nice and friendly and enjoyable--unless they have a cold and screaming kid or problems with gear or something. but usually they're fun-loving people out to have a good time and enjoy being outside.

i wish you could have seen the mountains. the mountains on such a cold and clear day... are pretty much indescribable. but they made my heart ache a little bit, made me think of God.

part of the fun of a day like today is coming in. when the sun went down it got really stinkin' cold, and by the end of my last trip up the lift my fingers and toes literally hurt from the cold and the rest of me was icy and shaking. something about dangling 20 feet above the ground in the wind... so i turned the heat up in the car on the way home, and when i got here i drank some beer and watched a movie. i meant to shower beforehand, but i stopped at kid valley down the street and wanted to eat before my fries got cold. i'm still in my long underwear now. next comes my pajamas.

it feels good to have played outside all day. it feels good to have used my body and to be tired. tomorrow it may not feel quite so good... but for now i'm going to enjoy it.